Sweet Baby Love

One weekend we traveled to Long Island to visit with dear, long-time friends. Excitement sizzled in the air as I anticipated catching up on old times and seeing them once again.

After the hugs and a warm welcome, one of our friends ushered us into the guest room. Depositing suitcases, my eyes glanced around the room and stopped exploring when I saw her. On a table in one corner of the room stood the most adorable, dear and perky doll.

Some people collect stamps, coins, or models of ships. None of these interest me. But show me a doll I love and whammo! Another baby gets added to my burgeoning collection.

The darling doll standing on a table in the corner had huge brown eyes with long lashes. She wore a silky pink dress, bloomers, and sassy shoes. Dark curly hair tumbled out from a fancy hat, worn sideways, that matched her dress.

The doll had a sweet expression on her face. Her bottom lip tucked under her full top lip. Could I possibly have heard her saying, "Please take me home?"



It was love at first sight. However, the doll belonged to my friend, not to me, the guest. What nerve to want her, I thought, and tried to put her out of my thoughts.

A few days later, when we were about to leave, my friend asked me if I had seen the doll on the table in the corner of my room. She had picked her up at a tag sale for only $10. The doll certainly had a far higher financial value.

"She's for you," my friend said.

"What?" I gasped.

"You can take her home with you. I know you love dolls."

"Oh no, I couldn't," I said as I headed right toward the doll. Well, on second thought, maybe I could, and I did.

My Long Island baby has now happily joined her huge family of sisters. She's happy and so am I!